Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Chad and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Marvin Gaye,
Fatback Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Amon Düül,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eddi Front,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
PIL,
Eli Mardock,
The Neon Judgement,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Sound,
Jacques Brel,
Archie Shepp,
Pet Shop Boys,
JFA,
Nils Olav,
Maleditus Sound,
David Bowie,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Fall,
Inner City,
Pole,
Soft Machine,
FM Einheit,
In Retrospect,
Massinfluence,
The Smiths,
Ponytail,
Pantaleimon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jesper Dahlback,
Aswad,
The Buckinghams,
Y Pants,
Chris & Cosey,
Chrome,
Lalo Schifrin,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lungfish,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Dead C,
Negative Approach,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sarah Menescal,
Vladislav Delay,
Young Marble Giants,
Al Stewart,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kayak,
LL Cool J,
Man Parrish,
L. Decosne,
Yazoo,
Buzzcocks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.